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Quick canary jimmy doodle

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Hey Tumblr... I haven't seen a certain poll or anything... I'm also not getting involved at all... And I'm absolutely not here to do any sort of encouragement at all in these final struggling wet cat times.... Hey there, how's it going?

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convex stuff and .. yeah

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The goofball geniuses at work!

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normal team best meeting

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pearl also deserves to be a little bit eldritch, as a treat

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Welcome to my next au, boatem in the apocalypse!

Summary: Five high schoolers try to survive the zombie apocalypse. What could go wrong?

And here's a snippet of what's to come!

The gun was lowered, and Scar glanced over at Grian with a questioning stare. Dark eyes met his green ones, and the avian almost imperceptibly shook his head. He had no idea what was going on then, either.

The man pulled off his gasmask, eyes wide. “You're Grian and Scar! From Hermitcraft High School?”

Scar's jaw dropped. “Impulse! No way- is that really you?”

“Dude!” Grian's face lit up. “We thought we were the only ones who survived!” He took a step forward, eyes pleading. “Have you seen my sister? Pearl? Long brown hair, moth wings, probably looking for me as well?”

Impulse shook his head. “Nope, sorry man. I've been keeping an eye out for anyone but... that explosion was pretty big.” His voice choked up. “...I had to dig Joel and Lizzie out of the rubble.”

Grian and Scar bowed their heads, silent in grief. They hadn't really known the two, but still... losing people you knew still hurt, even in the apocalypse.

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Sausage??? You can't just do that to us mate???

This man just springs on us that he put himself in a time loop where he could never save his best friend??? And Pearl remembers but he has to leave right away??? This is Minecraft roleplay stop making me feel for the blocks.

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a kind of continuation of my ‘hermes in his cowboy phase’ post

cause i want jimmy to stop being mean to that kid before i swat him with a newspaper! i will uncle-fy him myself if i have to

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One must go to many lengths to learn the truth.

Part One this is part two.

More old comics, this one is from May 5th 2022, back when I started drawing Tango with a tail. Also E is there, don't ask, I just made a bet with letter,,,

And a transcript below!

Zedaph: I may be regretting some parts of this plan,,, Zedaph: all good for plan ‘T’ of ‘see under X’s helmet? Tango: I’m just curious about why we’re on the roof specifically? Zedaph: the great element of surprise! The guy never sleeps, so all those plans fail. They somehow have eyes on the back of their head, can’t sneak up on him. And trying to fight for the helmet ends up bad for the both of us,,, Zedaph: and so, a sneak attack via the roof! A fool proof pla- *thump* Xisuma: have you not considered just, Asking me to take off the helmet?? Zedaph: well now, where’s the fun in that Xisuma?

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wanted to draw the create gang, so I did.

I was struggling with the poses a little so i just searched up anime figurines and heavily referenced those alskdjakljasd

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comfort doodle in an artstyle I haven't used in a while

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patiently waiting for someone to come up with a full fledged au about grian’s robot children, grumbot, jrumbot, grumbot prime, and emperor grumbot, going on adventures ala the batfam or perhaps ducktales

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pearl!

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a kind of continuation of my ‘hermes in his cowboy phase’ post

cause i want jimmy to stop being mean to that kid before i swat him with a newspaper! i will uncle-fy him myself if i have to

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So here's to the love one can find in the stars.

now this one I call "I just summited minecraft fanfiction as a final project in my uni class, and got away with it." But anyway, enjoy some create s2 boys

and a transcript below the cut.

To Fields of Stars

There lies a small community off in the new growth of our world, one covered in new technology where the cogs of machines spin with flowers building their supports.

Here builds an architect's fantasy, where houses will walk across the flowering fields, trains sound off in the distance, and the automatons will power the complex machinery of their engines.

There, lives the engineer afraid of the moon.

The one who chooses to work the endless nights away, left plagued by nightmares of destroyed homes and frozen voids. a moon that lies a painful reminder of what could not be saved.

Yet each night, when the engineer is too tired to deny, and the moon has become anew, his friend of the sheep brings him to fields of flowers and lets the engineer lie down and watch the sky.

The sheep strings together stories of how stars are born. elaborate tales depicting the nebulas that dance intertwined. Stories of how the constellations love.

Slowly, without the blinding eye looming within the night, the engineer lets himself sleep. Slowly the engineer forgets his fear. Slowly he learns of names hidden in stars.

Slowly, ever so carefully, the engineer learns again how to love the bright void around him.