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[WIP] Still busy with school but uh uhhhh,,,, :combusts:

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▽ OPEN COLLAB 2!! ▽

▼ Draw your Character hugging Blixer ▼

▼transparent drawing is at the end of this blog ▼ Since I keep getting ask about if they can hug Blixer, might as well just make an open collab. You can use a characer shorter than Blix (He's 245 cm) or taller than him, since he got no pupil you'll never know he's looking up or down haha~

Just a fun open collab There's no deadline Feel free to do it anytime Reblog this post with your entry! ▼ Have fun~ ▼

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✨Cats on cat tower✨Happy International Cat Day! 😺🐾

Characters from my JSAB AU.

Apologies for the messy art, it was a rushed piece done in 2 hours.🥲

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doodleing him is so fun <333

he's a bug to me

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The boyo

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points at the devs. Make this real, i beg. I'd actually use shed if there's a 1x skin... this is literally adorable.

If we have hacklord shedlesky.... what about "Kind Soul 1x" ?

This is uhhhh.... just a shed skin concept. But i wish it was a real skin....

Like... since for having hacklord u got something special... what about something kinda similar to got this one? Like.....

"hit 1x(whatever the skin is) 100 times" ?

(and i want this concept to be real... :c)

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I finally made a colored drawing of my boy

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Some artfight stuff i've done

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Me when my goober art goes spoopy

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I might be getting back into pixel art

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Doodle

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this wip has been lost, my pc reset. Yayyyy-

Take a wip cuz i can't draw lately and haven't posted in a while

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Art fight attack number one for @soupdweller ! Sleep paralysis demon Moon<3 I think he's pretty confused as to why you're under the bed. He is here, what else could you be hiding from?

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The best advice i can give any creator is do it before you're good at it, do it BEFORE you're happy, do it while you suck, do it while you're doubting yourself and get stuck the fuck in, because waiting around to be "good enough" is a motherfucking trap of the highest degree. You'll get good along the way and better after ever project is complete. Remember, this is the greatest thing you've ever created, and then you'll do something else. You're only ever gonna get better, but not if you stand still.

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I await one who values truth over all else.

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Got bored and decided to write something.

The door creaked open as the entity stepped in, the snow falling off his boots as he crosses the threshold. Cold air blows in, coming to a halt as he shuts the door behind. Sheathing his swords he walks deeper into the cabin, fingers brushing against the dusty podium.

"What kind of place is this..." he mumbles, glancing to the empty dining room. "What kind of place has an entire restaurant style dining room, plus a karaoke area, but no kitchen?"

He looks back behind him, noticing a set of stairs and a fireplace. Walking over to the fireplace he leans over and holds a hand out in front of it, feeling a small warmth touch his flesh. Seems it was just put out.

His eyes drift upwards by themselves, landing on a severed head above the fireplace. He knows this creature. Been told it numerous times by a single individual. A Dracobloxxer head, hung like a trophy for all eyes to see.

Standing up he decides to check upstairs, climbing up the creaky steps. Looking into the room upstairs he notices a tv with a set of bean bags, a single person staring at him with a sword clutched in his hand, Shedletsky.

The entity growls, unsheathing his swords from his back, pointing one at his creator.

"You." he snarls with a glare.

Shedletsky raised his sword, pointing it at him in return. "Time?" he says, making the entity make a confused face in return.

Suddenly he feels a sharp piercing pain lodge itself in his back, making him yell out in pain, letting go of his swords, letting them clatter to the ground as he collapses onto his knees.

He grunts as a hand roughly comes up to grab him by his hair, pulling his head up to face his creator, along with another human standing behind him, a dagger coated in his blood being tauntingly waggled in front of him.

He instinctively grasps at the hand holding him in place, feeling a stinging sensation linger in his head from the roughness of his creator's grasp.

"I'm not about to let you kill all my friends in their safe place. Why, and how, are you here."

He cackles, digging clawed fingers into the other's flesh. "Your security sucks ass if you think a silly little tripwire and a horribly concealed bomb is going to stop me."

Shedletsky tsked, glancing to the side. "Damnit Taph..." he mutters.

"I told you he was deceiving you about being an expert in traps," the person behind Shedletsky said with a roll of their eyes.

Shed glared at them over his shoulder before turning back to the entity on the ground. "Spill. What are you doing here."

He barked out a laugh. "Didn't you just say you weren't going to let me kill your friends? Why are you asking me what I'm doing if you already know the answer?"

"That was an example! I didn't expect that to actually be why you're here!"

The entity digs his fingers into him more, trying to release himself. "C'mon Creator, I thought you knew me."

"I do, 1x1x1x1," he responds, tightening his grip as his blood seeps from his wounds, dripping between his fingers and down 1x1x1x1's arms.

1x1x1x1 scoffs, glaring at his creator. "Let go. Now."