#warner piece

[torra-and-the-toons]

I attempted to recreate volume 1 of One Piece with these guys since I've been drawing them in One Piece anyhow.

They're going on an adventure that's longer than they were even on hiatus in the first place.

[bonitaselena]

gear 5 looney tunes style

*haters will say it’s too goofy*

[acmeoop]

“Who Found Roger Rabbit” Early Development Art For A Prequel Idea That Ended Up In Limbo Alongside “Toon Platoon” & “Who Discovered Roger Rabbit”…(80s-90s)

Source: https://comics.ha.com/itm/animation-art/concept-art/who-found-roger-rabbit-early-development-story-sketch-walt-disney-1988-/a/7268-17274.s

[inmatenett]

Damn! I can't publish all the individual ones here because of the photo limit, well it is what it is

Thanks to the nice people on Instagram who suggested these characters (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

[blackmensuited]

[audi-art]

Buncha meme redraws !!

[pinkydoggy83]

💖🌼 --- *inhales* Now presenting: Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca III

[stardestroyer81]

Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if we got an 8-Bit Animaniacs game...

[torra-and-the-toons]

Yakko D. Warner

He's gonna be King of the Watertower and find the one piece swimsuit or something like that.

[wakkossnackstash]

Nothing like a good nap pile after a long day's work! Fun little collab between @audi-art and I! She did the sketch and I finished it!

[hartxstarr-art]

the trafalgar kiddies are getting notes again, inspired me to free them from containment once more

[huoyd]

Dot's Delivery Service

Summary: As customary for the witches of their family, it's officially Dot's term to go off in to the world and train to be the next great witch of her family. Ao3 Link: [ link ] Pairings: none Words: 1251 A/N: Hey everyone, this is the piece I did for the @weeb-warners's anime-niacs zine ! I hope you all like it ! [ commissions ]

The wind rustles through the tall grass surrounding Yakko as he sits peacefully on the grassy hill nearby to their home. He watches the blades bend, the sun reflecting off the brilliant green, enjoying the last few hours he has before he’s stuck in the backseat of a car with both his siblings for however long it takes to get to their campsite.

It’s a beautiful day that he knows will turn into a beautiful night. It’s nearing the end of spring, so while there’s still a mild chill to the air, there’s no bite. Perfect for camping. 

Perfect for flying. 

It doesn’t take having a talent for precognition to know that the camping trip will get cancelled. 

He stands up, stretches, and makes his way towards the house. The car is left half-packed, bags and tents laying on the ground around the vehicle, abandoned probably at Dot’s announcement. He can already hear his father trying to convince his baby sister to just hold out another week. 

“Ah, the youngest is always the hardest, huh, Momma?” Yakko asks, leaning against the doorframe as both he and his mother watch on with fond smiles.

“I hadn’t thought it would be, and yet,” Angelina says back as Dot circles the house throwing things into her bag.  She carefully steps around Wakko where he’s sitting on one of the kitchen stools to grab a couple of apples off the counter. There’s a half-eaten apple in his own hand and an entertained smile on his face as his eyes follow their father trailing along behind her.

“Ah, c’mon, princess, we’ve been plannin’ this trip for weeks, can’t ya’ jus’ wait a lil’ while longer?” 

Dot finally stops her flurry of movements, turning around to face their father. 

“Sorry, dad~ When you know you know, and I know that tonight is going to be the perfect night to go.” She looks out the window with a bright smile. The leaves rustle in the trees as the light breeze blows through them. “Yeah, tonight is going to be perfect and I need it to be perfect. How else am I going to prove I’m ten times the witch that these two bozos are?” 

She sticks her tongue out at Yakko, and Yakko returns the gesture, though his smile stays lighthearted. 

He’d gone out on his own training when he was 13, and so had Wakko, though Yakko had returned home this spring in anticipation of Dot going on her own. Both of their training had gone well with Yakko, now 18, working as a seer in a small coastal town just south of their home, and Wakko, 15, now training directly under their mother in potion making.

Now it’s Dot’s turn to go out into the world and find her talent. 

Angelina finishes hemming the bottom of Dot’s dress, making sure it fits just right for her journey. 

“Does it have to be so dark? Black clashes with my fur,” Dot tells her mother with a pout as she holds the dress up. 

“It’s customary, Dot. I’ve at least made it a very dark pink so that it doesn’t clash too horribly. Come now, let’s get you dressed.” 

She helps her daughter into the dress, getting it situated. Once it’s on she helps straighten the flower holding her ears up and smiles. Her hands go to the side of Dot’s head, fluffing her fur.

“Look at you, so grown up. My last, little baby.” She wraps Dot in a hug, tears gathering into her eyes. 

“Mom, c’mon. I’m not a little girl anymore,” she tells her, though hugs back. “You’ll barely know I’m gone, especially with Tweedledee and Tweedledum hanging around for the summer.” 

Honey shakes her head, stepping back to get a good look at Dot before she picks up her bag and broom and hands it over to her. 

“I’ll always notice, baby. And I’ll always be waiting for you to come back home to us.” She leans in, kissing Dot on the forehead before standing back again. Her gaze turns towards the window and she sighs. 

“Dusk,” she comments, and Dot smiles. 

Dot stands at the top of the hill their home rests on, her broom in hand and all of their friends and neighbours gathered to see her off. 

She can feel the wind rustling through her fur, looking out over the horizon. The sun is slowly setting, the sky turning beautiful shades of orange, pink and purple. A few stars begin to twinkle where it’s at its darkest, and the golden light reflects off her eyes. 

She turns back, the same bright eyes focusing on her family. 

“I’m ready.” 

Yakko and Wakko come up first, smiling brightly at her. 

They both remember when they had left, each standing in the very same spot their sister stands in now. 

Yakko had been nervous, unsure about leaving his baby siblings, just 8 and 10 at the time, behind even for a tradition as timeless as this. Wakko had been excited, dreaming of the adventures he could have. The people he would meet. The food he would get to try. It had been little surprise that he’d come back as a potion maker. 

Not that there had been much surprise for Yakko, either. Not with his eerie ability to recite knowledge he had no right to know. 

His eyes catch the bright yellow of the flower pinning up Dot’s ears. He can’t imagine he’ll be overly surprised when she comes home either, but he won’t spoil anything for her. 

“We’re proud of you, baby sis. You’re gonna knock’em dead. One way or another,” Yakko tells her, ruffling her fur. She immediately moves away from his touch. 

“Hey, knock it off!” She hits his hand away before reaching up to fix her flower. There is a smile on her face that she can’t quite smother enough to be annoyed at her eldest brother. 

Wakko comes up next. He wraps her in a bear hug, picking her right up off the ground and giving her a twirl for good measure. 

“We’re gonna miss ya’, Dot, but it’s time t’get out there, make y’er mark on the world! Jus’ hopefully not a scorch mark.” 

She can’t help but to laugh at her sibling’s words as Wakko sets her back on the ground. She takes a step back, her back straightening as she stands tall. Her smile is wide and proud, her eyes determined. 

“Yeah, yeah. It’s gonna be a bigger mark than either of you ever made, just watch me.” 

Her brothers smile at her, but soon their eyes are looking out towards the horizon, watching once more as the wind runs through the leaves on the surrounding trees. Their smiles turn softer, more resigned. They know it’s time. 

“Alright. I’m ready guys!” She says, turning around and getting into position on her broom. 

She can feel a weightlessness gathering in her body as she gets ready for her take off. The wind begins to flow around her, rather than past her, the breeze running through her fur as magic grows within her. 

“You better write, okay, young lady!” She hears her mother yell out behind her and her smile only brightens. 

“Of course I will! How else am I gonna tell you about all of the amazing things I’m doing?” She calls back over her shoulder.

Her eyes look forward, focusing on the horizon, and with one more breath she kicks off the ground.

[seagull-scribbles]

50201600!

Easter? Sorry I don’t Noah….

Available on Redbubble here

[nights-flying-fox]

Happy Holidays/New Year!! I drew animaniacs one piece au for @chibitorra for @animaniacssecretsanta !! :D

[tinkkles]

Hbomberguy was the reason rwby suffered.

His shit video, and his hatred for monty oum, which was easy to find if you did research.

But being a proud rwby hater, you no doubt fail at that.

Bro I am literally a RWBY fan and have been since the first teaser came out. I have been a Roosterteeth fan for 20 years and I cannot understate how much that company has influenced the person I am today. You need to learn how to look at the things you love with a critical eye. Like things can be very important to you and still have massive flaws. I genuinely don't know how anyone can be a Roosterteeth fan in 2024 without grasping that concept. The entire point of the Hbomb video is that he loved RT and Monty and BECAUSE OF THAT LOVE he was disappointed that RWBY didn't live up to its potential. Like that's the title of the video.

[atsu-kinnie]

I have two types ~

Blonde assholes with brother issues ~ Sanji, Tsukishima Kei, Miya Atsumu, Sabo, Corazon, Aaron Warner, Grayson Hawthorne, Fenrys Moonbeam

Gojo (Osamu Dazai, Oikawa Tooru, Percy Jackson, Leo Valdez)