#toonz's asks

[tootoonz]

Howdy? Reckon ya could sketch Patroclus in a cowboy Iliad au, partner?

@cowboy-iliad-au

Sure thing partner

Smol heads up that i'm gonna be replying to drawing requests a little slower due to school and stuff TT

[heroictoonz]

It’s been an actual million years since I drew the guy of all time so here’s a little man

[sharpth1ng]

Who more likeli to make this noise "Oh woah woah woah woahhhhh" when Cumming and who more likeli to cum hollandaise sauce?

Search deep in your hole *COUGH* sorry, search deep in your soul, anon. You know who more likeli to

Stu. It’s Stu. He’s nutting like AwOOOOGA:

Meanwhile Billy:

I’m not even going to address the hollandaise you fucking degenerate

[analogtoonz]

My name is Jack, but you can call me Narry or Eddie. I am nameflux, so please feel free to mix it up! I make MOGAI flags and terms for anyone who may want them :)

My time zone is GMT.

My pronouns are he/mic and bleed/bleeds !!!

I am a fictionkin of The Narrator from Fight Club, but I am so indecisive about my profile appearance so it may change a BUNCH!

I take requests for flags, gifs, stimboards and moodboards.

I run @sixmonths0sleep and @narrobotor , as well as my main @duckydemons !!

Any extra information you can find here:

[haveyouwatchedthiscartoon]

Oh, the otgw poll makes me realise! Will you be adding a "multiple times" button?

Lmao i did actually think about putting that on the polls when I first started cause there’s def a number of cartoons ive seen waaaay too many times than need be lmaooo however i kinda wanted these to be real simple and more for a data-like curiosity on how many people have seen/finished a media vs how many have not or dont even know what it is but hey! If you wanna tell me how many times yall have seen a show feel free to comment it on the post it’ll be fun lol! I personally have seen all of Danny Phantom like three times, Xiaolin Showdown twice, OTGW like every other Halloween since it came out, and Ouran in both languages so many times i stopped counting lmaoo and thats not even getting into the real autism series that i rewatch every other month iouy67tguyhijo

[ynisguy]

do you have like a source list that you're familiar with?

YEAH I MADE ONE cause i didnt even think of that before u sent this lol here go https://docs.google.com/document/d/15tzpSA5f1Duy4Flqaj2vfOi7PqSCXjsTMDN3b8cb7CM/edit !!

[analogtoonz]

NEWWW BLOG

WELCOME!!

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For anyone unfamiliar, my name is Eddie (and / or Ducky) and I run a lot of different tumblr blogs for a plethora of reasons. As you can guess, this one is an ask blog open for any disabled tumblr users that want to be represented.

This means a lot to me, as I am a disabled user of the app myself (being diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy as a baby) and also am in the process of an autism diagnosis. Sometimes finding representation is hard.

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Colours of the Disability Pride Flag and their meanings:

Green - sensory disabilities

Blue - emotional / psychiatric disabilities

White - non-visible and undiagnosed disabilities

Gold - neurodiversity

Red - physical disabilities

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DNI: ableist, homophobic, racist, etc.. normal DNI criteria basically. Any person also misusing this blog will be blocked.

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Other blogs + information:

Main - @duckydemons

SMG4 - @squeakerbrains

Xeno - @analogtoonz

Fight Club - @just-lost-cabin-pressure

Also, if anyone is curious, my PFP was created by my mutual on Twitter: DizzyDoodlesYT !!!

Thanks for stopping by.

[background-bizzys]

Welcome to the Bizzyden!

🎀: What is da Bizzyden yews may be askin'? Oh it's just a lil' hole in da wall I set up for us Bizzyboys to take some well deserved breaks! Drop on by whenevah ya like! Have a chat with me and my pals, or grab a snack, or take a nap! Really whatevah you like! Thanks for Visitin' da Bizzyden! - Cream

Character Refs

Welcome to an Ask/RP blog for @/zip-toonz Bizzyboy Ocs!

Rules

Please keep asks respectful. - I allow swearing / occasional ns//fw jokes & references (No detailed discussions of ns//fw topics please) - Hate and Bigotry will not be tolerated

Please do not repost my art to other sites. - You can use my art as an Icon or banner with Credit

Magic Anons are permitted! - Please be reasonable with them

Shipping is a possibility! - Please discussed them with me - They wont be considered 'canon' - Characters must be at least 20+. - Canon and OCs are allowed

Rules will be added/adjusted as needed

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Mod Tags: #ooc, #Digitoon Talks, #Digitoon Draws Ask Tag: #having a chat RP Tag: #making conversation Fandom: #GGG, #Great God Grove, #Bizzyboys, #GGG oc, #Great God Grove Oc Spoiler: #GGG Spoilers, #Great God Grove Spoilers

You can always ask me to add tags to post if needed!

Credits

Bizzyboy Icons - Yugo Limbo My OC talk sprites were made by editing the in game Bizzyboy icon

Picrew - Echobsilly Huzzah + Sir were concepted using the Bizzyboy Sona Picrew

[skettchyartendevours]

Hey, dude! I’ve just redesigned Bluster and Robbie! I was wondering if you’d do some cool pose arts with them? And what do think about it?

Heyyyyy, sorry it took me so long to answer this ^^"

I will say that it's been a while since I've drawn these guys, so having a reason to draw them again was a welcome surprise

As for what I think about the designs: I think the're relatively simple as far as redesigns go, but the additions you made still work well for them.

Also, thanks for the ask! :D

Edit: I've just been informed that these designs in the ask do not belong to the asker, they were in fact stolen from the user @zip-toonz. Anyone caught stealing art or designs on this blog without properly crediting the original creator will be blocked.

I apologise for this oversight of mine, and I'd recommend checking out Zip's art if you have a spare moment

[shy-nightmare]

The Toonz Twins: Toontown Sleuths

Chapter Seven: Judge Doom and the Toon Patrol

Summary: Eddie Valiant and Twisted Twyla Toonz meet Judge Doom, the sole jurist of Toontown, and his law enforcement group called the Toon Patrol. Twyla learns that they’re here to investigate, but they’re working on the other side of the law.

Credit for inspiration goes to @imaginarytoon1, author of “The Birchwood Twins: Toontown Investigators” and @its-metal-mistress, author of “Bendy and the Ink Machine: Learning How to Live”. Please check out their own wonderful content ^^!

Special Guests Tags 😊: @marinerainbow, @slashingdisneypasta, @weaselnerd and @lastofautumn

WARNING: This chapter contains unlawful Toon execution, abuse of jurisdiction and authority, death of an innocent Toon shoe, Doom being an absolute terror, and a certain green zoot weasel trying to put the moves on Twyla

“Is this man removing evidence from the scene of a crime?” the man asked Twyla sharply. His voice was harsh like graphite, whetted sharp enough to cut leather.

Thankfully, Santino came to her rescue. “Uh, no, Judge Doom. Valiant here was just picking it up for you.” He pulled Eddie up, “Weren’t you, Eddie?”

The man, Judge Doom, extended his gloved hand. “Hand it over.”

“Sure,” Eddie said, taking the buzzer and slammed it on Doom’s hand, making the pale man shake and convulse from the effects. Twyla raised a brow; humans don’t shake exaggeratedly like that when they get shocked. Eddie took his hand away and smiled, “His number-one seller.”

Doom returned his smile, but it sent chills down Twyla’s spine. His smile was ominous and foreboding. Good thing she was in control of her composure, otherwise her tail would’ve frozen off. “I see working for a Toon has rubbed off on you.”

“I wasn’t working for a Toon,” Eddie replied harshly, “I was working for R.K. Maroon.”

“Yes, we talked to Mr. Maroon,” Doom agreed, “He told us he became quite agitated when you showed him the pictures. The rabbit said that one way or another, he and his wife were going to be happy. Is that true?”

“Hey, pal. Do I look like a stenographer?”

Eddie, I swear to God, Twyla rubbed her temple.

“Shut your yap, Eddie. The man’s a judge.” Santino said.

“That’s all right, Lieutenant. From the smell of him, I would say it was the booze talking,” he lightly sneered at the smaller man. “No matter, the rabbit won’t get far. My men will find him.”

Men? Twyla’s rose her brow.

As if on cue, the doors burst open with the blaring sound of a siren. A black 1937 Dodge Humpback panel truck, otherwise known as a paddy wagon, drove into the factory, nearly running the officers over. Twyla dodged it before it could hit her and ran her claws across the stone ground to ease her pose. The car swerved to the side and knocked a few boxes over. Twyla read the logo on the side of the car.

City of Los Angeles Toon Patrol.     

“‘Toon Patrol’?” she read, feeling uneasy.

“You all right, Twyla?” Eddie called out.

She responded with a thumbs-up and dusted off her suit.

“Weasels?” Eddie exclaimed.

“Yes. I find they have a special gift for the work.” Judge Doom answered.

“All right, you mugs! Fall out!” a familiar old-style Brooklyn voice barked.

Twyla’s eyes widened. It’s that voice from last night!

Five Toon weasels stepped out of the car. The first one, obviously the leader, was a lean mean-looking bastard. Like James Cagney kind of mean. He had tawny brown fur and tangerine painting his ears, muzzle and neck, palms and underbelly with a long scruffy tail tipped with black streaks. Although he was slender, his muscles were firm and solid and between proud, broad shoulders displayed a wide, masculine chest. His style of choice consisted of a light pink double-breasted James Cagney zoot suit sewn with four gold bronze buttons, and a matching fedora branded with a hot pink band. He also wore a hot pink bejeweled tie over a crisp white dress shirt and white spats adorned his clawed feet in an attempt to make him appear classy and sophisticated. A shining gold chain hung from his left breast pocket, matching the glint of his sharp golden eyes. His very presence sent an unpleasant shiver down her spine.

The second weasel, obviously the second-in-command, stood a head taller and almost towered over the whole group. He must have been some sort of Spanish descent. His eyes and fur were dark chocolate, accented with light mocha warming his ears and muzzle. Oiled black hair curled above his nape, slicked with greasy flamboyance. Unlike Cagney Weasel, whose muscle was apparent behind a lean form, the Latino weasel’s form was slender with a bit of a pot belly, though it looked natural and well in proportion to his size. He wore a zoot suit, too, referenceable to the Zoot Suit Riots. He was shrouded in a jade green trench coat trimmed with black lapels and baggy sleeve cuffs, high-waisted pants hiked up to his chest held with a narrow black belt and his head was hatted with a wide-brimmed fedora that matched his suit’s color. His fashion style was complimented with a white dress shirt and a hot-pink tie that stood out from his attire, and he wore pointed spectator shoes. Behind him, a long furry tail swayed, coated in ink and dark chocolate. His clawed hands tucked in his pockets as he followed his boss in a suave, near serpentlike saunter. Twyla took a whiff and recognized the strong, heavy cologne.

Standing on the leader’s left was a tall, scrawny weasel skinny as a pencil. His arms were long and spare, but hard like stone. And they were packed with steely muscle. Unlike the pack, his fur was an ashy blue streaked with light blue and just reeked of cigarette smoke permeating his body all the way down to his unkempt tail. He wore a stained bowler hat, dress shirt with half-rolled sleeves, an undone black tie and an open black vest, decorated with cigarettes. Cigarettes, some fresh and some old, poked out from his lips, and he hacked, revealing rotten yellowed fangs. He left a massive, nasty cloud of smoke in his wake, and blinked against the smoke as if he didn’t care about the toxic plume burning his bloodshot cobalt eyes.

Jesus, it’s like looking at a walking roadkill that died from smoking, Twyla’s little nose twitched in concealed disgust.

The fourth weasel was small, scrawny, and kind of cute. He had caramel fur with a light tan muzzle and spiked hair like he had a headful of porcupine quills sharp, untamable and serrated without mercy, and his tail lashed out like a barbed whip. His vibrant blue eyes were wide and maniacal, yellow swirls wildly dancing around his pupils with demented glee. He only wore a straitjacket with open restraints, and large baggy sleeves covered his paws. The looney-looking weasel’s lips pulled into a creepy, yet derpy smile adorned with small razor-sharp fangs that can probably tear off your fucking face and chew on your cranium flesh. But still, he was kind of cute.

And the last of the boogle, who looked more like a potato than a weasel, was just absolutely adorable. No seriously, he was so damn cute! His fur was scrumptious gingerbread, though his apricot-painted snout wasn’t lean and a single fang popped out. Soft, fluffy gingerbread warmed his thick, meaty arms dominated with comically concealed muscle. He only wore a blue and white striped T-shirt which barely fit his teddy bear gut, and a red beanie decorated with a yellow propeller. His blue tennis shoes were untied on both feet, and he nearly tumbled over his tail layered in a coat of massive fluff. He held up a large baseball bat dented with a sharp nail. His hazel eyes shone bright with pure innocence, presenting him as more childlike than ignorant.

It was like looking at a McDonald’s chicken nugget that can bash your skull with a baseball bat. And only one thought came across Twyla’s mind upon seeing this adorable walking teddy bear.

She internally gasped.

BABY!!!!!! Twyla’s eyes sparkled as she took him in her sights, unable to hold back from digging out her phone and taking quick pictures of him.

“Did you find the rabbit?” Judge Doom called out.

“Don’t worry, Judge! We got ‘deformants’ all over tha’ city! We’ll find him.” the leader said, his lips pulled in an evil glimmering grin.

Don’t you mean ‘informants’? Twyla mentally corrected him, digging down her purse to pull out a black Cigaronne case.

“You there!” Judge Doom called out.

The female hybrid nearly dropped her tin. Then, she raised a brow and pointed at herself.

“Yes, you. Do you have any idea where the rabbit might be?”

Her gut on Roger was still strong, so she gently shook her head with a silent, feigned apology. She heard the Hispanic weasel in the jade-colored suit chuckle.

“Not much of a talker, is she, Boss?” he smirked. His voice was low and husky like bourbon-soaked velvet and sinister as poison-kissed knives with a strong Puerto Rican accent.

Twyla went back to her own business and pulled out a long sleek black cigarette. She placed it on her soft lips and reached down her pocket to grab a lighter.

“It would be a damn shame if the flames of a fire burnt the petals of a flower as beautiful and delicate as you~”

Startled, Twyla nearly jumped and whirled around. Only to see the green-clad gangster standing a bit too close to her comfort. He held his hands up nonchalantly.

“Heh-heh. Lo siento, hermosa. No quise asustarte.” He apologized.

Twyla raised a brow, tilting her head confusedly. She didn’t understand Spanish very well.

“He said,” the blue weasel stepped in, his voice hoarse and scratchy and hacking up a fit of smoke. “He didn’t mean to startle you.” 

She glanced at the Spaniard, then gave him a slow, grateful nod.

Then, the pink mobster shoved the two out of the way. “Lemme talk to tha’ broad.” He barked harshly and lit up a cigar. He faced Twyla, “What are you doin’ here anyway? And where are ya from? You dress funny.”

The taller Toon rose a brow, giving him the once-over. Says the guy dressed up in a fuckin’ pink zoot suit, she thought while addressing his attire with her eyes.

He didn’t probably like what she was gesturing at and blew a ring of smoke in her face. “Ain’t you gonna ‘slay’ somethin’? It’s rude ta’ ignore your superiors.”

Superiors? Oh, you wanna do this now? Bet. Twyla opened the lid of her diamond skull-encrusted lighter and ignited a small flame, creating a thin silver smoke. She took a soft inhale…and blew out a large puff of black smoke shaped like a skull at the three weasels.

They coughed against the plume heavily, and even the blue weasel who probably smokes his packs religiously, swatted off the smoke. “What da hell was that for?!” the Brooklyn weasel snapped, coughing.

Dominance and personal space, asshole, Twyla smirked and walked off towards the humans. She stopped when she heard a red-and-white Toon clown shoe squeaking. The little guy was snuggling against Doom’s shoe, as if he were looking up to him for protection. Twyla’s heart froze with a newfound sense of dread and fear for the shoe.

“Since I’ve had Toontown under my jurisdiction, my goal has been to rein in the insanity.” Doom explained, putting on a rubber glove. “And the only way to do that is to make Toons respect the law.”

Insanity? Twyla visibly flinched. Make Toons respect the law? 

Doom picked up the shoe, shaking his head before he walked over to the back of the Toon Patrol vehicle.

“How did that gargoyle get to be a judge?” Eddie whispered to Santino.

“Spread a bunch of simoleons around Toontown a couple of years back. Bought the election,” Santino replied.

“Yeah?” Eddie motioned to a large barrel in the backseat. “What’s that?”

Twyla watched Doom open the lid…and what she saw next made her fur stiffen. Green boiling liquid. Is that…Dip?

Her eyes darted back to the judge. Wait…no.

Oh God, please no.

“Remember how we always thought that there wasn’t a way to kill a Toon?” Santino asked, trying to keep his voice hushed but Twyla’s ears never failed her. “Well, Doom found a way. Turpentine, acetone, benzene. He calls it the Dip!”

The Lieutenant noticed Twyla and silently jerked his head back, as if he were motioning for her to get behind him. Unbeknownst to her, the Latino weasel had been standing next to her with a flirtatious grin. But his smile faltered when Santino caught Twyla’s attention, and he growled at the human official.

Twyla caught up with Santino and he gently placed a hand on her shoulder. “Ma’am, you might want to look away. And cover your ears.”

Oh God, she mentally whimpered as she did so. Santino shielded her, as if he were trying to protect her from the impending horror.

“I’ll catch the rabbit, Mr. Valiant.” Judge Doom spoke. “Then, I’ll try him, convict him…and execute him.”

Twyla pressed her palms hard against her eardrums as relentlessly as she could to muffle the shoe’s screams. But it wasn’t enough. She could feel the shoe’s excruciating pain as he was slowly dissolved, and her heart sobbed for his tragic end. Every nerve of her body winced and tensed as the shoe’s painful screams echoed the walls, haunting her to the core. It was agonizing, so painfully and unbelievably agonizing she felt herself dying with him. Eddie watched the horrific death with eyes shot wide and jaw-slacked frozen terror.

The silence was deafening, save for psychotic giggling. Doom lifted his gloved hand dripping with red blood of the shoe.

“That’s one dead shoe, eh, Boss?” the weasel in the jade zoot suit chuckled.

“They’re not kid gloves, Mr. Valiant,” the tall, dark-clad bastard smiled with a toothlike grin. “This is how we handle things down in Toontown. I’d think that you of all people would appreciate that.” He flexed his fingers, rubbing the leather as he were flexing his knuckles.

I’d think you’d appreciate the last moments of your life before I’m done with you, Twyla’s blood boiled with red-hot rage and vengeful murder as black as the void. She’s going to kill him. She’s going to KILL him!

The horror Toon rubbed her temple, inhaling as much nicotine as she could to sate her rage. But she had to leave now, before she loses control and destroys the goddamn factory with everyone in it.

However, the head weasel somehow got a hold of the rubber glove used for the execution and thought it would be really fucking hilarious to torment her even more. He slowly walked towards Twyla, curling his lips in a sadistic bloodcurdling grin. “And just where do ya think you’re goin’?” he snickered.

Twyla’s fist clenched. Her fangs pinched her gums.

“Hey! Lay off, will ya?!” Eddie barked.

“Sergeant, no!” Santino shouted, but his voice fell deaf on the pink-clad weasel’s ears. He continued his stagger, and each step only intensified Twyla’s wrath.

“Well? Ain’t you gonna answer me, broad?” he sneered.

The chain just fucking snapped.

Twyla whirled around, nearly hitting him with her whip-like locks. She bared her lips in a dark, resonant growl, and revealed rows of fearsome fangs as she lifted her right hand, extending massive claws far sharper than any blade in the world. And she swung down.

Slash.

The little bastard watched the fingers slip off the rubber glove with wide, shocked eyes before he resolved and tried to pull a move—

And then Twyla punched him in the face.

Everyone else watched him fly across the factory until he crashed onto three giant wooden crates containing other Toon shoes, and they all burst out of the cage and ran around the warehouse like pieces of splintered wood. Laughter erupted clamorously, even the other four weasels as they watched him break through the debris, his eyes swirling with dizziness as he coughed from the dust.

Twyla stormed out of the Acme Factory, growling curses under her breath as she smoked heavily. That little fucker!

“Still in shock?” Santino asked from her right, breaking her out of her furious trance.

“Oh, gee, I don’t know,” she snarled sarcastically. “What the hell do you think?!”

“So you do talk,” he replied incredulously.

Twyla gaped at him indignantly. “What is this, a shock to everyone? Of course I can talk! I’m like fuckin’ Wile E. Coyote in Operation Rabbit!”

Santino took pity in the young lady’s state. “Look, ma’am, I understand your case, but you need to be careful. That’s the leader of Toontown’s highest police department.”

“Fuck.” Twyla cursed, crunching her cigarette.

“Um, ah, call me if you need anything, Eddie.” Santino glanced at her boss nervously. Then his eyes steeled, “Stay out of trouble this time.”

“Can’t make no promises.”

Just as they were about to part ways, the Dodge drove up and immediately stopped near Twyla’s right. The window rolled, and the driver was the Hispanic weasel.

“Don’t mind the boss, querida.” He purred. “He thinks that business comes before pleasure, like yourself. Well, adios! We shall see each other again…” he reached out and gently grabbed her hand before giving a kiss. “…real soon.” He winked at her, rolled up the window and drove away.

Twyla watched the car, then looked at her hand. Dumbstruck. “What just happened?”

“Well, he’s got eyes on you.” Eddie remarked.

A long awkward silence was broken by a chirping Toon cricket. Two pairs of eyes stared at the smaller man.

“What?”      

[queenusagiblog]

Hii may i ask what programmes/devices you use for your art? Sorry if somebody already asked. Love your work!!

The drawing tablet I use is Wacom One. It's really nice, not too big, not too small.

Paint tool sai for drawing, Photoshop for converting file types or editing in general.

Open Toonz for animating and making gifs.

[kosmicsandshoes]

So, i recently found your blog, and saw you have a 3p au, and i love the au so far.

I had some ideas that popped into my head while reading the main post about the au, and i’m not sure why, but i’m getting major creepy mime vibes when i try to imagine what 3p del would look like (and maybe shadow demon vibes when i imagine 3p toonz as well)

Love the au and the spooky vibes I’m getting from it.

you’re not gonna believe me when i say i was planning on making delirious a mime lol

as for cartoonz, while shadow demon is pretty damn cool, i feel it’s used alot (and i didn’t want any shadow demon colors clashing with vanoss’s primarily purple and black color scheme), so i’m going for a more imp approach, what with the goat legs and all

Now for the explanation >:]

3p! Delirious is a mime, as previously stated. However, his character is more similar to that of other famous black and white clown derivatives, such as Art the Clown from Terrifier and the creepypasta Laughing Jack. Also a bit of Security Breach’s Sun and Moon thrown in for good measure. 3p! Delirious is generally very playful, however it conceals his malicious intent. The one thing that’s hard to come by as a mime is an audience. He puts on his show, and through the mystical manipulation powers his buddy Nogla possesses, he’s able to have a captive audience. During his performance, many of his audience members are frozen in place, and have to watch in abject horror as the crowd is picked off one by one in some pretty gruesome ways. Because he kills every crowd he gathers, Delirious is convinced that he just needs more practice to get the audience to stay. More practice means more victims unfortunately.

3p! Cartoonz on the other hand, is a swamp imp lord, as opposed to a demon. He’s totally blind, as you can see, so he’s naturally very predatorial. He hunts humans for sport, rather than confronting them with big talks of higher deities and sinuous activities, he pounces, no questions asked. He’s not feral in the way that Vanoss is, as he is of sound mind and high intelligence, he just has a general disregard for human life. Cartoonz doesn’t care if you’re a follower of Christ, a serial murderer, a beggar in the streets or narcissistic asshole, all humans are the same to him. While he wouldn’t consider himself allied with any of the 3p! BBS, they are the only few shown any hint of mercy by the imp lord. This is due to a mixture of being summoned to the mortal world by 3p! Basically and allowed to do as he pleased, and Nogla’s own manipulation.

[heroictoonz]

ok: hear me out. pink but its green

This is what shrimps talk about on their lunch break

[ask-blusterland]

Ride the Tracks to Blusterland

“So, you’ve found your way to Blusterland. Well here's how things work around here.”

“First of all I’m Zig, Blusterland’s Ambassador. I’ll be handling this blog in his badness’ stead”

“Bluster is naturally a very busy leader. So the job of distributing asks has been left to me. Psh It was my Idea anyway so I don’t see a problem with that.”

“That said, Blusterland is a fairly large Society. And not everyone is at the beck and call of his badness. Why not stick around?, get to see the inner workings of the mountain pass. Those bears don’t know jack about what our turf is actually like. Don’t let their technicolor lovey dovey nonsense fool you.” 

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[analogtoonz]

don't worry blud

hope you feel better soon

Thank you Anon :3

My asks have PILING UPPP it’s not good for me,, I’ll get em done,,

[haveyouwatchedthiscartoon]

question - are independent web animations/cartoons allowed, or only traditionally released ones? my flash animation trigger finger is itchin'...

Yeah!! Independent stuff is fine!