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The whiteboard shenanigans return

Mind not the size indiscrepancies

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✨Angle brother(s) [sister]✨

Not siblings at all, uh...

✨Style Siblings✨

And these 💀

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Based on that one obnoxious pop up made with 3 pens and a vision.

"look at me" thing

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Characters are fun, characters are interesting. Toons are fun, Toons are interesting. There is no dilemma, I like Dandy's World.

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Apply rain to world

All rain has a one hundred percent chance of doing either of these effects

Turn rain into sugpup_artificer

Turn rain into slugpup_saint

"Do you individuals take pleasure in our combined confusion?"

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H-h-hell-o is t-t-his rech-in-ing you

M-m-my connection is n-o-o-ot we-l-l-l

[Apologies but I won't use paper for this reply and I'm not using full effort like I do for stories but use your imagination]

A communication, choppy at best in conjunction with glitched audio permeates the very walls of the puppet chamber with a subtle vibration. Sliver of Straw jolts in place, her form instantly pivoting to face the holographic being. Five Pebbles on the other hand, idly observing from a corner of the camber as at least 12 pearls orbit around him. The Overseer that had entered the entrance pipe as the transmission was initiated realizes its mistake and slightly decreases the volume by a few increments.

As the message is being transmitted, the Overseer shorts out, its body evaporating and leaving only the translucent glass of its optic orb behind.

As the pearls clink against the wall, Five Pebbles sharpens his gaze to focus on the orb. His eyes narrow and his focal lenses concealed beneath the white filter contract to enhance the image.

FP: "If you wanted to reply, there's no chance now."

Sliver of Straw turns her head to face him, an expression of concern, unease and care on her face. She glances away, back towards the optical orb. Her digits twitch in anticipation as her gaze remains locked.

SoS: "I can recharge it you know... Its signal reception will not change though."

A subtle but affirming groan, its volume mostly silent, escapes from Five Pebbles at her reply as she lifts her arms, cupping the glass eye tenderly. Sparks of electricity erupt from the halo of light casting in multiple directions, its jolts now focused on the Overseer. The holographic being flares back to life and zips up across to an adjacent wall.

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[incoming transmission, Clouds of empathy, Sliver of Straw] Coe:sliver? You there? This tiny slugcat just walked into my chamber on deaths door, I’m currently patching it up but was wondering, how do you take care of a slugcat? I know it’s a weird question coming from a medical facility but I fix sickness and injury’s I don’t take care of things, and I heard you have a pet slugcat

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A part of my senior thesis as an evolution to my drawing capabilities. The conjuncture I have arrived upon in this medium pertaining to the journey I have endured is, in my opinion, g o o d.

Words words words words words

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who revoked your wire privileges???

For time and detail reasons, all wires simply don't exist.

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*The blue and gold overseer returns, displaying "Enjoy!" Before 19 yeeks fall through the entrance*

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I've shaved off so much backlog with these idiots WOOOOOOOO.

Tons of RainWorld lizor

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You can tell the exact moment I got lazy

The experience I had with a purple E.M.M.I once

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Ah, school. My focus on it has detracted my attention from Tumblr for a while (not that I really care). It still might be a long while before I become more active again. But in any case, since I was one of the first people to notice your blog @kelnexia, I thought I might as well make ya a present for laughs. It's to readjust to the stuff I definitely missed and because I feel like drawing malignant tumors.

And some Medic poses.

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REEEE

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It's been a while so have a couple of things

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Crass humor warning

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And I captured her like a Pokémon >:D (stuck the note card in my sketchbook)

R.I.P.