#this was a dooble and then uh

[keeps-ache]

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[coldranger]

A bit of fun outside of the cabin and for some reason it's snowing. Unfortunately for Hunted, they're not built for that kind of weather

[doobledabbadoo]

woag, ‘nother anthro htf art dump upon ye!

[onion-morty]

lmao projecting much?

Huh????????¿¿

[insertsomthinawesome]

@priellan COME GET THE BOY!!! ✨

Some different ideas for how that could go down >:D And me picking something personally self indulgent again asdlfjsdLJSDGLDSJG I wanna see him with a Tangled rapunzel length hair braid... it would be so pretty...

[monzterzack]

payphone - maroon five

[bugisbonkerz]

gee…… (scratches back of neck) what a dilemma

[agtavio]

[voreasaurusrex]

Moth and The Flame

The night was quiet. The only sounds to be heard were that of a soft, crackling flame, and distant critters of the night. But they, too, were eventually drowned in the silence. Oleander’s eyes flickered down to the flame before them, watching as it flickered and danced in its containment.

Light danced as waves and rings in the moth’s eyes. Such a small flame would only want to grow, to burn a path, to set itself free. Yet, here it was. Trapped. Stuck. Only to remain in its small glass house. Only getting a taste of freedom when the door was open, just before it was snuffed out. Their wings flickered, opening and closing a couple times. The fire sputtered as they sighed. The sound heaved from their chest, heavy, and tired.

They slowly blinked as they turned to glance behind them. Their wings parted, spreading once more so they could look at them. It was hard to see in the dying light of a candle, but it was impossible to miss the way it shimmered over and poked through the rips in their wings. A faint shadow on the wall only confirmed the silhouette, shredded, and tattered. Tears burned their eyes, and they snapped the appendages shut.

They stared at the the flame once more. With how intense their stare was, one would think that it alone could have stoked the tiny fire once more. But, behind its glass, it remained untouched. Still trapped. And now, slowly dying. They really were one in the same, weren’t they?

Something in their expression shifted.

Oleander’s hand reached for the door on the glass, yanking it open.

Their eyes were wide as they watched the flame rejuvenate, and grow, filling the container as the fresh air breathed its soul back into it. The moth straightened out as the fire grew. They inhaled, filling their lungs for the first time in what felt like hours. Fire, contained or not, was scarily resilient. There were reasons to why so many warnings existed around it. Trapped flames only remained stuck for so long. Either they died, or they broke free.

Oleander looked up, eyes snapping to the moonlit world outside. Perhaps they weren’t so different from that flame, after all.

They only needed the right gust of wind to show up.

[naenaex0xx]

Been thinking about my lil guy recently

[microvibing]

Doobles while I attempt to process this saga (that will uh. Take a while probably)

[chalacedony]

Dooble barrage Err,, ahem. 50. Sweats. Wow ehe (The red background in a few of my Esse doodles made my vision green from just staring at RED for so long)

Ahem so,, it’s like uh. Like Candy Dealer. this is my “headcannon” for what’s under the cloak,, for fun ofc bc this is my OC Estarrosa + I roleplay him in a rp server :>

[sombra7567]

It's me... right before you...

Finished the angst guantlet, made fanart to make myself feel better.

(I did NOT get Fletcher right lmaooooo I tried man- still like it though.)

Bonus dooble: me after finishing Chronus Seven (CURSE YOU ESCAPED)

No but uh, much love, thank you so much, your work is incredible and I very much enjoyed it. Aaaaaaaand I think I will be watching the Matador Gothic one AFTER my break from your angst...

Also working on a dooble for one of Scythe's series- I DIDN'T KNOW I COULD BE A DEMON CAT, THIS IS LITERALLY PERFECT FOR MY SONA-

-🖤🐈‍⬛

[doobledabbadoo]

Pick your Character! (They may or may not die later on. Whoever you choose, their fate is in your hands.)

Bonus content under the cut!

Campfirey Alt:

Work in Progress Pieces:

Bonus Sketch:

Original Screenshot:

[onion-morty]

you and me, we're a facsimile

(or: something almost like comfort but not quite)

[how-to-train-your-pomni]

Uh... Doobles

They love hate each other.