#rancid Art Studio

[mars-da-volcanic-elemental]

I didn’t want to type…all this again but- needless to say I’m not happy.

I just scheduled this (clickable; will take you to corresponding tumblr post) after all that happened tonight. I’m…running low on the energy I have…it’s 3:12 AM.

I’ve done an Adult(ing).

I’ve transferred my prescriptions to my new local pharmacy,

I’ve sent in the form for my current PCP to request my medical records from my previous PCP.

I’ve done dishes, showered and washed my hair.

This week I also scheduled my first plasma donation appointment closest to my new location. However, I’m going to have to save for the Uber rides to the center and then back home.

I did a lot today despite the rocky night. ^^ @a-captions-blog if anyone could share and/or drop a dollar to my kofi goal it would mean a lot.

Update: 13% closer to my goal!!!

[robbiedrancid]

Recently i went to japan

During my time in japan, i had the privilege and pleasure of going to the ghibli museum twice

You are not allowed to take photos inside, but inside you will find that every little detail was touched by an artist.

When you enter theres immediately a mural on the ceiling, hand painted, unrelated to ghibli aside from minor references

All the windows are stained glass, all the signs are hand lettered/ hand painted.

The floors are real hardwood, and the railings were all hand crafted by a blacksmith.

Theres an exhibit featuring an animation studio, with everything from paint stains to ashtrays filled with crumpled cigarette butts.

Sticky note doodles and rough sketches fill the desks and walls, everything indicates someone has worked here.

Warped shelves on the desk filled with old tapes and cds with a crumby boombox sat crudely on a chair next to the desk.

on the roof is a robot soldier standing 11ft tall and built from hammered metal, again, handmade like everything else. on the roof there were railways, and a set of railcar wheels detached from a cart, and overgrown with vines

This art museum was not anything like a regular art museum, but instead it was a celebration of art itself, as something made by people.

The museum celebrates film, as an object. An object that is the culmination of peoples work all coming together to come to one unified goal.

This museum celebrates the human spirit. And how beautiful the act of creation is.

Everything in that building was thought of, not a detail left unexplored. even the goddamn BATHROOMS had antique diaper changing stations and old reclaimed tiles!!

Everything, and i mean EVERYTHING was hand crafted, by an artist. By a person. With love, and care and soul.

I almost cried multiple times as i was reminded that, art wont die. Ai will not kill art, so long as there are humans on earth there will be art made by humans. Because it is human nature to create, to love, to experience life and what it has to offer.

If you can manage to look at an ai image and say its equal or even better than something someone spent time and care on, then you do not know the first thing about art.

This is not to say ai doesnt have its uses, but it has no place in the world of creation. In the world of art.

Thank you.

[ceeberoni]

hey so i need mad help at a pretty terrible time!!

TL;DR I NEED ABOUT $1900 FOR ME AND MY PARTNER TO GET INTO THIS HOUSE WE GOT WITH SOME FRIENDS. ILL BE ABLE TO PAY RENT ONCE IM IN BUT THESE ARE THE REST OF THE COSTS WE HAVE LEFT BETWEEN ME AND MY PARTNER TO PAY THE DOWN PAYMENT/FIRST MONTHS RENT/PET DEPOSIT FOR OUR SHARE.

not including moving or like, living, during this time into those costs. i already feel bad asking for this much sdklfjslkdfskldf

PAYPAL - chocolatebananapop@gmail.com

VENMO - ceeberoni

KO-FI - ceeberoni

OR IF U WANT ART

COMMISSIONS - REDBUBBLE

ive been boosting my commission post to try and Earn My Money The Noble Way but no ones buyin so i need to do real ebegging cuz im really bad off right now and of course i feel fucking RANCID having to ebeg right now especially when so many other people are in much more dire straits than me at the moment

but im finally getting a house with my childhood friend and his partner (along with my partner) and i will FINALLY be moving out of a house owned by my abusive mom! and i no longer have qualms saying this about her because every one of my friends fucking hates her even when i try to stick up for her and im pretty sure that means shes probably the bad guy and not me but im not sure yet. i will keep you posted

anyway to cut right down to it i got kicked out of my house of 6 years by her cuz my sister and her kids needed a place to live (which like, yeah that tracks, she got all the kids and herself in a studio with a basement but theyve got a roof over their head, the kids at the end of the day are who i number one want a roof over the head of so its fine) and have been house hunting since like idk. late july or early august at this point idr when it was anymore. and it has been such a fucking shitshow but FINALLY after all these months we have a place with our friends and its NOT MY MOMS PLACE and were ALMOST FUCKING THERE

and like right now im in half of a fucking garage with no running water no kitchen no bathroom paying $400/m rent with no bathroom and no ability to save to move and im also paying $200 for mine, my sisters, and my nephews phone bill, no bathroom, i got my car insurance, i got the internet i cant even fucking use anymore that i pay for out of pocket so the kids can watch shit or whatever so do you see where the situation is like fucked up here also i have to walk across the street to take a shit and shower did i mention

umm so any money help would be lit, boosting would also be lit, have a nice day,

[schlattslonghairytoes]

paint me like one of your french models 🎨

A.P calc teacher schlatt x A.P studio art teacher reader

Mr. Schlatts halloween party takes quite the turn.

Once all the girls at the table calmed down, their only request was that they were filled in about your weekend plans on monday, to which you actually agreed

now the hard part was picking a cute costume for you and schlatt, i mean he didn't really seem like a costume kinda guy

there was 20 minutes left in the period and you needed to find something fast

it was the last class of the day and schlatts party was tomorrow, and you knew you wanted to hand make yours and schlatts costume 

so you turned to the six bright eyed girls you had grown to love

your class was very relaxed, if they did their work and you would play music games and movies, your students loved you

but these girls ADORED you.

it was alanna, deyvn, natalia, lucy, renn, and kezia.

they were all so genuinely themselves, and they made you feel like you were one of them, they told you EVERYTHING, and i mean everything.

each one had such a different personality, yet they all were so close. You were gonna miss them next year

you slid your wheely chair over to their table and called for their attention

“Girls, im calling a meeting, i need your help” you sighed and looked around at them

"thats funny considering youre the teacher." alanna giggeled to herself

"shut up al, i wanna hear about her and mr schlatt" kezia said, suddenly paying very close attention, she never cared about classes, but gossip, oh she would have an A+ if it was a class

"dont be rude, anyways, as you heard before, me and ja- Mr. schlatt. are gonna have a matching costume for his party tomorrow and you guys are much cooler than me, what should we be?" you begged

each girl began searching pintrest and finding ideas until renn found something she deemed great

"ok, lightbulb! you guys should be adam and eve" everyone began to protest her idea but she continued on "everyone shut it, hear me out. number one hes religious, right? number two your bodies tea. you would look hot as fuck. cmon its a great idea."

"renn let me get this straight, you want me to wear a leaf over my cooch? and boobs? to a school function? with other teachers from this school??? yknow what your on a ban, no more ideas from you"

they all started hysterically laughing as renn raised her hands in surrender "any ideas that i can wear without being slut shamed by the schools faculty?" you asked

natalia was up next " what if you did flynn and rapunzel, wait no, actually tell Mr. Nivison to be Flynn, ugh hes so hot, why not match with him." that began a four minute argument about weither Mr. Schlatt was hotter, or Mr. Nivison

"can someone please lock in and find me a costume?" you begged over their debate

"okay i might have an idea." deyvn said, "ok so what if you were the starry night and Mr. schlatt was van gogh." she suggested, before i could even comment lucy butted in

"wait that would be so cute, ugh you never shut about about van gogh either! you could wear a little dress and like paint the starry on your face, or on the dress, and schlatt could do like an ear patch thingy, and the hat he wears, wait i love this!"

they all began throwing ideas at you about how you could execute the costume, and while some of their ideas were rancid, it could actually be a very cute costume.

when the period ended they all said their goodbyes, and while you were packing up schlatt made his way to your classroom and opened it with his key

"BOO" he tried to scare you

"i literally saw you jay" you laughed and you slid your laptop into your bag.

"ugh, ill get you eventually, dont even worry about it, did ya pick somthin' for us to wear tomorrow?" he made his way infront of your desk and leaned his weight on the table

"i did actually, you have to hear me out though, it might sound dumb." he quickly cuts you off

"nothing you say is dumb" he was looking up at you and his eyes were very warm, much more than usual, it threw you off your game for a moment

"um, well thank you, but seriously, let me explain it before you say anything, i think it would be cute if we were the starry night and van gogh bu-"

"i love that." he cuts you off, still staring at you with the same look in his eyes as before

it was overwhelming you the way he was looking at you, but at the same time it pulled you in.

"no questions? i mean what if i wanted to dye your hair red." i laugh quietly

"id let you." he says without missing a beat

"m' not gonna do that, when should i bring you your costume, or like help you get ready or something." you felt very judged by his gaze, but not in a negative way, if that makes any sense, he was really confusing you.

"well party starts at 8, so come over early, we can get ready together, maybe even pregame a bit, and only if you want you can help setup. sound good?" he said softly

"yeah, sounds good." you said back, copying his tone of voice

"see ya' tomorrow toots." he stood up and walked out the room without looking back, the door clicked shut and he left you with nothing but your thoughts.

what the fuck was that.

you were so confused about what had just went down

why on earth was he looking at you like that

since when was he calling you toots, he always just called you by your name, no pet names

all those thoughts continued to plauge your mind for the duration of the night

and the next morning

and the afternoon

all the way until it was time to head over to schlatts house

it was in a nice area, he lived right outside the city, near astoria, queens

he had told you before that he commuted every day to work, but it was only a 20-40 minute drive depending on traffic

when you arrived at his house the first thing you noticed was how it was a very old building, yet his very new car (very expensive) was sat outside, it was a very symbolic scene, but it felt like him in a way

you got to the door, bag and a bottle of benedictine in hand, and rung the door bell, and it was taking quite a long time, you were starting to worry

but you were suprised when the door flung open revealing a very disheveled looking schlatt

"holy shit thank everything your here, im such an idiot i fully fell asleep and i just woke up and now im gonna crash out." as he rambled you set down your stuff at a nearby table

you walked back over to him and placed both your hands on his face, attempting to calm him down "johnny look at me please"

you noticed his eyes darting around and lip trembling. he had mentioned his severe anxiety to you before but you never knew it got this bad

`"hey im right here its ok, were going to get everything done, i know youre stressed but we are gonna do this together, we have time, and we can even make it fun, ok?" his eyes slowly begin to focus on yours and his lip began to calm

you moved one of your hands to his and let him ground himself and calm down, eventually he was able to let go of your hand and give you a hug

hugging him was the best thing youve ever experienced, he engulfed your whole body and rested his head atop yours and for a moment you felt true peace

your breathing syncronized and you stood there holding eachother

until you felt something fuzzy brush against your leg, and you pulled away to find two cats rubbing at your legs, and orange and black cat to be specific

you looked back at schlatt and he was smiling at you "they like you, makes sense, i do too." your eyes widened and you fully turned yourself in his direction

"what did you just say?" you squint your eyes and point at him "can you repeat that" you said through your smile

"i said i like you, and we both know you heard me the first time" he moved closer to you with a grin you were growing to love plastered across your face

"maybe i just wanted to hear you say it again" you smirk, before turning around and picking up his orange cat, "whats this one called?" you smile

"oh were just gonna smooth past that huh?" he asked accusatorially, one eyebrow raised, as he walked closer to you

being around schlatt made you feel bold, you were so comfortable around him that it boosted your confidence tenfold, you got super close to him, lips mear inches away

"i like you too, but we have alot to do, so we'll talk about it later." it wasnt a question, you looked up at him and then, walked away

you made your way to his kitchen and started pouring food into plasic bowls you found on the kitchen table

"you think your funny huh?" he made his way into the kitchen around 20 seconds after you, what you didnt know is he needed a moment to ajust himself in his pants

"hilarious, we an two hours until people arrive, and i need atleast and hour to get ready, make your self busy." you said as you continued setting up the food.

"your very bossy, yknow' that?" he laughed as he began unraveling cob webs he bought days prior.

"oh you have no idea handsome." you walked out the kitchen and started setting up lights cobwebs and fake bats on the celing of the living room

for the next hour you two would shamelessly flirt and joke around, like before, but there was now this tension, that in all honesty, you really liked

then came time to get ready, you had bought everything for schlatt, all he had to do was put it on, and leave you alone to do your makeup

but omfg he would not.

you were sat on his bathroom counter, trying to recreate the starry night on your face, but this man would not stop talking and asking you questions

you looked over at him sat on the closed toilet, just yapping, he was wearing a dark blue button up, and nice fitting jeans, along with a white patch on his ear, with fake blood on it.

fuck he looked good, but you could contain yourself. schlatt on the other hand was basically foaming at the mouth

you were wearing a relatively short dress, that was low-cut and had puffy sleeves, your hair was down, and your face was painted like the starry night.

and he genuinly thought he was gonna splooge his pants.

you on the other hand were just trying to finish your makeup, and he needed to be in another room because he kept distracting you, so the only logical task you could give him was to go make you a drink, and he listened

you were done with you makeup and you went to go meet him in the kitchen, you stood at the doorway of his kitchen waiting for him to notice you were there

when he eventually turned around, you could see in his eyes the moment he realised you were there, his entire face softened and his eyes beamed at you. he walked closer to you inspecting the makeup on your face

he was very close, you could feel his breath on you, and you didnt mind, you even considered kissing him, but of course, as if fate was not on your side, the door bell rung

and you both began to laugh as he went to go welcome the guests, you on the other hand went and chugged the drink he made you, cause without it, you might not of been able to survive the night

-everyone started arriving, and it was the most fun youve had in a while, music blasting, drinks chugged, storys told, dancing and party games

-and schlatt could not keep his eyes off you

-you laughed, flirted and smiled the night away until everyone began leaving, but you offered to help him clean up, and of course he accepted

-he had changed the music from his party playlist, to his calm playlist and the first song that came on was "something stupid" by frank sinatra

"i love frank sinatra" you laughed as you wiped his counter down with a paper towel.

without missing a beat he began to sing along to the song "i know i stand in line, until you think you have the time, to spend an evening with me" in the most beautiful singing voice youve ever heard

naturally you sang along with him, and eventually you to ended up dancing together in his kitchen, to frank sinatra, dressed as a painter and his work of art

and somehow, after only having this man in your life for just over a month, you were never going to let him leave it.

you both finished cleaning, and it was time for you to head home, as he walked you to your car you felt an overwhelming feeling, something that you couldnt put your finger on, like your heart felt like it was going to explode

you placed your stuff in the passenger seat of your car, and you went around to find schlatt holding open your door for you

and thats what did it

you grabbed the collar of this shirt and pulled him down to your level and kissed him

for a split second you had thought you made a mistake, but that fear subsided when he kissed you back and aggressively wrapped his arms around your waist

he pushed your back against your car with his body and continued kissing you as you threaded your fingers through his hair

you pulled away to breathe and he stared at you with a dopey grin on his face

"see you monday?" you asked with a love sick smile

he pecked both of your cheeks, then both sides of your smile before planting a kiss on your lips, as you giggled. when he finally pulled away he kissed your forehead and said,

"see you monday." he kissed your hand one last time and began walking inside, once again leaving you with your thoughts

you silently got in your car, and you realised you could finally identify that feeling before

it was love.

[imagine-darksiders]

Fighting capitalism by having an art ‘aesthetic’ that is so so rancid, no brands want to use you for marketing.

Yes I’m looking at Tiktokkers who have cute tidy work spaces where everything is displayed ‘just right’ lending a superficial atmosphere that’s appealing to consumers and marketers who want you to slide their brands into your videos.

I show my studio space to Instagram artists and they dissolve like I’ve opened the ark of the covenant.

[femalemonsterhunter]

It's been four days since I've been working, and once again I am now finished a random CatDog-related doodle pic (which includes the others that I first drew, like Rancid Rabbit, Lola, Winslow, Randolph, and Eddie the Squirrel).

Plus, one sh*tpost (referenced from this image as a meme made by WolfRoad and this character belongs to Milku Minami) and more doodles of Were-Cliff AU/CatDog Werewolf AU-related schedules. And, ofc, Cliff's wolf curse, which I came up with a bit before him, which just fits in my Werewolf AU with the cursed wolf, that he’s, like his other accursed wolf fellows on reciprocity with their hosted people before Cliff, actually an imaginary ghost-like demon as a manifestation of selfishness, inconsistency, ineptitude, impersonation, and manipulation, and even a wolfish instinct, who’s will appear only in Cliff's dream, which he dreamed all the time after he was bitten by cursed wolf.

First of all, I feel terribly bored because I didn't have a new idea of ​​how to draw rn, even though my artblock still preventing me so badly. And eventually, I still did it more often with the use of my phone, which is better for me to share this atm. Tho, why not?

Art, Werewolf AU and Cliff’s wolf curse is belongs to me (C)

Cliff and his Greasers in the background silhouette figures, Rancid, Lola, Winslow, Eddie, and Randolph from the CatDog are belongs to Peter Hannan and his eponymous production/Nickelodeon Animation Studio/Serom Animation/Rough Daft Korea (C)

[iron-hades]

Meet Sandra Davies. Young cute nerdy Librarian with a kink list a mile long. You say a kink and I can tell you Sandra's thoughts and experiences with it. She's willing to try just about anything at least once

I adopted her Mirianna ages ago, but never got around to posting her publicly. Base used here by Rancid Art Studio

[onlytiktoks]

@a-captions-blog @rancidartstudio @bunnymellow-art

[yekokataa]

13, 24, 25 for the choose violence ask game!

13 - worst blorboficiation: harry

24 - most rancid discourse: the response when the studio or their twitter account does literally anything

25 - common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing: i'm sick of seeing posts that claim that drawing harry skinny is a common thing in the fandom and that anyone who does it is going to hell or a firing squad or whatever hyperbolic thing always gets tacked on to the end. no one is drawing him skinny. fanart usually makes him heavier than the canon art anyway. why are all these complainers making up a guy to get mad at and why are so many people reblogging their posts about a thing that isn't happening?

[halfagone]

I was just rereading Insomniacs Anonymous (which, good stuff 👍👍) and I was just wondering if you've seen Miraculous season 5 yet? And if so, thoughts?

Why thank you~ ✨

And yes! I have seen Miraculous Season 5. You might notice in one of the A/Ns in Insomniacs Anonymous I say that the story won't be following Season 5. Mainly because the story starts somewhere in Season 4 and diverges from canon from there, you know how that goes.

As for Season 5... I think this season made me realize that this genre is not meant for me. Yes, it's superhero media (and I love superhero media; I still need to catch up on Invincible before they release the rest of Season 2), but the genre itself is very different. Like how Captain America: Winter Soldier is action (you could even make an argument that it has aspects of the thriller genre), while She-Hulk is comedy. They're both superhero mediums, but the content and storytelling are completely different.

In general, I have a very complicated relationship with Miraculous Ladybug. I don't read fanfiction for it anymore, and I dropped a lot of the MLB blogs I used to follow.

A lot of my problems aren't even from Season 5 but comes from the show altogether. The characterizations are very inconsistent, and the writers often ignore their own worldbuilding. They'll create hard rules and then backtrack.

I'm not a huge fan of how Thomas Astruc handles the show and some of the characters. Keep in mind, this is the same man that once said Jesus Christ used a Miraculous, before he rescinded the statement when he realizes oh fuck this is a bad idea.

I think a lot of it comes down to the fact that there is so much potential, but at the end of the day, this isn't the genre for it. Their focus is on something else, so I can't judge it based on what genre I want it to be.

It's also a little disappointing because there are so many other cartoons that are limited by their ratings as well but they can do so much more with it. Like, Puss in Boots: The Last Wish is rated PG. That movie had depth and character growth and never once lost its charm and humor.

But I know there are those that really enjoy it, and honestly? It makes me really happy. Buggachat has some amazing art; her Bakery "Enemies" AU is an incredible display of love for the show. She also has some great analysis posts about the series, and Season 5, that I would recommend. There was a post she made about the Season 5 finale that made me appreciate it more. There's also frostedpuffs who makes beautiful pieces of art and fanfiction.

I'm never going to criticize anyone that enjoys it. I know what it's like to be interested in a piece of media that gets a lot of contention and discourse. With the rise in popularity with DPxDC, I've seen a lot of posts that gave bad faith interpretations of Danny Phantom because they didn't try to look into the show beyond the tropes they saw and disliked. Hell, just yesterday I saw the most rancid take on a beloved character that had absolutely no depth or nuance.

There are so many times when I'll see these posts and just know they've got it all wrong. Because they don't love the show. Sometimes they know the show, but they don't love it. You know what they say about authors and directors and creators who get their hands on a character they hate- they ruin them. Because they don't love them.

I don't love Miraculous Ladybug. There are parts about the show that I wasn't fond of, and then I'll see analysis posts about how the episode fits into the series as a whole, and you know what: they make sense. I couldn't have thought about it that way, because I simply don't love the show like they do. And I don't have to.

I don't think I'll watch Season 6 when it comes out. I was morbidly curious about Season 5 after the Season 4 finale, but knowing that the studio is hoping to produce 8 season total, I don't think I can commit to that. The show just isn't for me, and it's time I accept that and move on.

I'll still play in my little corner of the playground, but I think otherwise I'll just stand aside and let everyone else play with their toys how they want to.

[videcoeur]

A lovely little thing for Mags Grimm on Facebook! Custom ref sheet adopt, the theme was DND Princess, muted pinks and purples  Lines by Rancid Art Studio, edits and design by me!

[pomgore]

15 questions 15 mutuals lazy edition

thank you for the tags @lordoftherazzles and @tetchy-frog i’ll just do one post because yeah

1: are you named after anyone?

norp! my parents were sort of struggling to come up with a name for me, but in the search they found my name and it clicked

2: when was the last time you cried?

couple weeks ago now, for cathartic purposes

3: do you have kids?

nope, and i should hope not at my age, but maybe in the future i will - i’ve been coming around to the idea of a mini-me for the past few months, i think if i had a kid they’d be pretty cool

4: do you use sarcasm a lot?

absolutely not, autism and sarcasm a happy pom do not make - whenever i do attempt sarcasm it comes off way too real anyway. i would say that i can exaggerate and be facetious when comedy permits, though

5: what’s the first thing you notice about people?

their personality, i think - whether or not i like the way they speak and think dictates whether or not i want to continue talking to that person

6: what’s your eye color?

hazel hazel hazel

7: scary movies or happy endings?

boooooth both both both, im such a horror buff but i cannot stand it if a movie or a story has a bittersweet ending, everyone must live happily ever after forever and ever

8: any special talents?

growing extra teeth

9: where were you born?

the aloha state, big island born-n-raised

10: what are your hobbies?

drawing, writing, absorbing media, and talking to whoever will listen about my favorite tolkien tales

11: any pets?

two chihuahuas, dash and mikey. they do not make me chihaha they are rancid and naughty little rodents (real talk i do love them, but they test me every day)

12: what sports do you play/have played?

none at the moment, but i did soccer with AYSO for about 10 years and danced hula for like 3 years - never went to any competitions but my sister did and won an award at the merrie monarch so im humblebragging on her behalf

13: how tall are you?

a good 5′7′‘, but i wear platform boots every day so with those on i’d be closer to 6 foot

14: favorite subject in school?

generally speaking english, but out of the courses i’m in right now ap studio art is my favorite, my art teacher is such a lovely lovely woman and every time we talk she inspires me - plus i usually do most of my tolkien ranting in ap studio so that’s another point in its favor

15: dream job?

in a perfect world i would be a painter with some rich guy sponsoring me to go ham on canvases galore, but the job i’m aiming for after the end of this semester is a tattoo artist (wish me luck gaddamn)

optional tags for my non-tolkien moots so you guys can get in on the fun: @rin--ren @rockdove-ridge @abyssal-glory and @lemonmans-squeezy (ik we barely talk but go ham)

[bunnymellow-art]

Dietrich ref

p2u base by Vani Custom character of a we're direfox for someone on facebook Pipe base is by rancid art studio / rancidious outfit base by cozycatstudio

[leviathansshadycorner]

Creepypasta headcannons that are stuck in my brain

Warnings: mentions of blood, knives - uhhhh this is the creepypasta fandom tho so like what did u expect

Slenderman is like Bruce Wayne in the way that he collects orphans (ok technically not orphans but you get what I mean.)

His mansion is open to all the creeps but some of them prefer to have places of their own To elaborate on that I feel like masky and hoodie would have like their own little cabin somewhere in the woods

The mansion has like a computer room place where all the video game based/ tech based creeps kinda reside like think of it like wreck it ralph if that makes sense

There’s a weapons room, Probs a meat freezer, Medical room

Since it’s a mansion there’s a shit ton of rooms and bathrooms but I feel like most of the creeps are lazy and just use the most convenient ones that are closest to them- which leads to a rancid ass lookin bathroom that no one wants to clean. This pattern continues until all of them are dirty- which leads to them peeing in the woods. Until Slendy and Masky scold them and make them clean the bathrooms.

Helen has his little art studio in the house and is constantly staining the place with paint that’s been left over in his hands

He’s probably the most average joe-looking dude out of all of them and he once tried to submerge himself with blood to look more scary but ultimately ended up tripping on the blood and embarrassing himself. To make things worse- the blood crusted all over him and it was a pain to wash off

Painted a family portrait that hangs at the entrance of the place

Jeff is a scene queen and has a shitload of hairspray and hairdye

he blasts his music around the house which annoys everyone

Ben hogs the living room couch and the game console - nobody knows why. Like homeboy has his own room with his own set up and stuff He says it’s his “work room” and that the living room is his gaming room

Him and Toby are the ones who eat all of the junk food within a two days

Jeff constantly sticks knives into the walls and doors when he’s in a mood

Hoodie is the one who has to do the handy work around the house and fix the windows, walls, ect

Toby is so clumsy like - he’ll fall down the stairs and be like “my bad”

I feel like he’d be into wood carving for some reason- him and hoodie will get like pieces of wood and carve cute little things out of them like a dinosaur or swan

EJ is like the cool older brother who’s in a band

He only ever comes out of his room/basement when he’s getting food or on his way out for a mission

He’s like the medic of the house and is constantly patching people up

whenever he comes up everyone’s like “damn who got stabbed this time?” Or “HIS HIGHNESS HAS BLESSED US WITH HIS PRESENCE”

They all have meetings on Monday and Friday morning to kind of touch base with each-other and assign chores/tasks

Liu dresses like it’s Christian girl autumn

Him and Jeff are constantly getting into arguments over the smallest things and

Toby has to break it up all the time Epitome of hipster probably listens to the smiths

-pffftt since he’s Jeff’s brother he probably listens to Never shout never

Clockwork is friggin ripped man she’s probably one of the only ones to actually exercise and get stay in shape

Takes jogs out in the woods

She’s like a himbo - if that makes sense lol Stuck in the 2014 tumblr era (fashion wise)

Will sit on Ben if he doesn’t move from her spot on the couch , she’s stubborn and straightforward but also kind and aggressive (in a good way)

Jane is done with everyone’s shit lol she’s like an older sister who gets blamed for all of her younger siblings chaos

”Jane why is Hoodie tied up in a tree?”

“Hell if I know.”

“Get him down.”

She hates Jeff but he’s also the one she hangs out with the most (when she’s not pissed at him) I feel like after she drops the grudge they probably watch the Jersey shore together- and the Kardashians

Kage-Kao likes to send everyone memes and riddles to crack Also hacks the tv to put on something he wants to watch

Will also hack peoples devices when they’ve pissed him off

Plays roblox and trolls people on it

Sends selfies of him himself to the creeps at the most random times

LJ is so tall and is always bumping into the doorframe He has to slouch when he goes up the stairs in some areas

Spends time with Sally - he’s like her kindergarten teacher.He absolutely hates kids - but sally’s an exception

When he’s not out at work or hanging out with peoples he’s taking naps like a grandpa

Peepaw LJ

“That tv screen is too bright. Turn it down.”

“Is that even possible?”

Sally was basically robbed of her childhood so everyone makes it their goal to make sure she has a good one.

They let her play grand theft auto once and she couldn’t stop walking like the characters for the longest time

When she’s not playing video games with Ben or making messes with Toby- she likes to spend time with Slendy making some crafts

Her room is the prettiest one in the whole mansion

Even though he’s like a demon creature thingy- slendy likes to play sodoku and like do crossword puzzles, probs just puzzles in general

Checks himself out in the mirror and admires his suits

Constantly buying (or rather stealing) new suits

Spends lots of time outside in the woods just kinda creeping and stalking , looking for potential victims for the creeps

When someone new comes to the mansion they either last 1 day- or don’t even stay at allThe chaos trio- Ben, Jeff, and Toby make it their goal to see how long they can annoy the newcomers before they break

The creeps totally have movie nights on their days off

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I know for sure that after I suddenly stopped working on the unfinished third chapter of my CatDog fanfic called 'Beware of the Were-Cliff' atm. And instead, I still want to share my another design of my new CatDog OCs that should be included in my fanfic, if it makes sense.

Basically, they are loosely inspired by Dr. Milo and Anthony Romulus from Batman: The Animated series, rather in their episode called 'Moon of the Wolf', which helped come up with new inspiring ideas and create a characters, doesn’t it?

Richard Bates and his werewolf form (from the side to the left) - a very conventional and decidedly capable local dog, who’s currently worked as an NPD officer and one of Rancid Rabbit’s distant and close acquaintances and mercenaries (of course, was a bodyguard for him as the mayor of Nearburg, who was more or less engaging in his many jobs for a while) in Nearburg. But one day, when Richard was walking like the whole forest and found a vague wooden shanty with a chimney, and immediately met a mysterious but downright cunning and wisely but risky scientific possum, Prof. Armand Rankin, who was lived in the shanty and did obscure research tasks. Occasionally, he showed Richard his serum in a vial, which contains a blood DNA of a supernaturally ghostly but cursed dark gray wolf, which Armand found it who fell into a bear trap and freed it before locking it up in a cage, and instructed Richard to use it to it completely strengthens his proficient skills, when the next moment Richard managed to perform all the tasks upon Rancid's order, as well as even sometimes he was guaranteed to win in sports competitions. However, a one night with a full moon came, Richard, who was in his luxury apartment, suddenly had the effect of a lycanthropic curse affecting within him quite intensely and turned him into a werewolf, who snatched around and made up an almost unbalanced mess and chaos in Nearburg throughout the whole night (even the citizens were pounded up by him).

And Professor Armand A. Rankin (on the right) - an antagonistic but slyly risky and cleverly mean scientific opossum, who for many years came to South America (mainly in Mexico) precisely from Europe as a teacher of canine zoological exploration in a college (rather, one of Lola Caricolaʼs teaches who she once studied in the college as a student) but he was expelled from the faculty, which after the scientific awarding ceremony he mostly lost and insidiously threatened everyone in college to be pounded up by several savaged wolves. So after Armand fled from Mexico and hid in the United States (including in Nearburg) as a cover, moreover he was currently in a shanty on a hill along the forest, but occasionally he found himself a cursed wolf and then he used its blood DNA (even a particular of its lycanthropic curse) to make a serum as a moderating but effective means for the host to transform into a werewolf every night with a full moon against the people of Nearburg. For example, he immediately met Richard as the new host of big gruesome wolf beast and even a mercenary to give him a cruel order to intimidate and pound up people and make a mess in some parts of the town.

Art, Werewolf AU, BOTWC fan fiction, Richard, his werewolf form and Armand are belongs to me (C)

Rancid Rabbit and Lola Caricola (mentioned) from CatDog are belongs to Peter Hannan and his eponymous production/Nickelodeon Animation Studio/Serom Animation/Rough Daft Korea (C)

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The way things are going, they will keep dropping eyeshadow palettes even when it seems none of the cities can fall any further into dust. And at some point, between tommorow and the end of the post-plus-Anthropocene, they run out of names for the colors. A committee of the worlds greatest thinkers puts their heads together for many years and finally comes up with a solution: abandon the standard 1-3 word naming practice, and allow for 1. longer names and 2. names do not have to be made of words. In response, Makeup companies start hiring artists, writers, and people with vocational specialties that adorn their minds with rare lexicons—farmers and their words for plants, doctors and their words for the body, construction workers and their words for materials and tools and techniques, and so on. bug infested cubicles made of sludge metal and singed, rot-softened wooden plank fill up with some of the best paid employees, all working to name and describe the latest palettes. Some of the names are paragraphs of dense theory, some are plays, some are grocery lists. Some are written with words, some as musical notation, and some others are just pebbles, pieces of petrified McDonalds toy, and shriveled slices of dried worm taped under the shade where the name would be. However, the conditions of this world that were so conducive to the overwhelming success its New Neo-Economy of Names are not as conducive to human life. It is indeed a dreary existence. the few who get enough to eat cannot say much for the quality or nutritional substance of that which was grown in or fed in a place so ubiquitously and deeply penetrated by rancid vibes. But every “shot in the dark” (found on the Urban Decay x Marvel Studios Tankie Toddlers Limited Edition Mini Eyeshadow Palette) is also “a shooting star” (found on the Sephora Collection Unleaded Canned Food Rations Contour Palette) 💫 🖤 The industry is booming and beloved by all, use is no longer confined to makeup. After all, this society is the most progressive and advanced in all of history! The palettes may also be left on the ground in homes as mosaics, which gets dusted and decorated with the colored powders as residents tread over them; or the pigments are scraped out and eaten, or poured over graves to pay respects. But that is all extraneous. The crux of all meaning, in life, death, and art, is this Satisfaction Guaranteed Dogma: Each new palette is more expensive and more beautiful than the last, and each carries on the same message, a promise, a torch in the dark of the unpainted cave: Look. We have not run out of colors to name.