#Maynard

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[gorillawithautism]

maynard with his strange new toy (source)

[federer7]

Maynard and Dan Dixon. 1930

Photo: Dorothea Lange

[roughsketch2010]

Tried to draw Kamal, and that didn’t go well so have this instead :)

[groundpear]

Fanart Friday: Maynard from Bluey!

[pandamimi]

Who made you get into yume?

"I opened the door" "I locked it"

Red and Blue ❤️💙

Two colors, one item >> Eyepatch ✨️

[southpark3d]

By Maynard, ca. 1999.

[gravityconstant]

More Heavy stamps!

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[rinkame]

I know I haven't posted in a while, but I have been doing some bigger things. I opened up a commission page on Artistree, and if anyone would take a look, I'd be really appreciative! I only do various forms of icons atm.

I'll also add some examples of my art to this post :)



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Thank you so much for reading and considering!

[electiveamnesia]

[roughridingrednecks]

Maynard

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[uncaaj]

Fanfic - Old Dog, New Trick BONUS: The Confession (Bluey)

MAIN FIC | bonus

READ NOW ON AO3!

This Bandit Bonus short is called "The Confession."

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Mort knocked three times on his best friend Maynard’s cabin door. It was a short walk from his house to here and for the first time in years of making the journey, he felt out of place. His stomach churned as he waited for the answer. He tried to grasp what confidence Bandit and Chilli gave to him earlier in the evening, but it had floated away like a piece of driftwood in the nearby lake.

Maynard opened the door, no emotion visible on his face. He was probably thinking how odd it was that a dog who could barge in any old time he wanted was taking the time to knock and wait to be invited in. “Well, well,” said Maynard, hand sliding down to his hip, “I was startin’ to wonder whether you’d gone missing.”

Mort felt like he was a teen coming home after curfew to face the music. “Look, mate…it’s late and all, but…I just gotta say this. I’ve been a dunderhead, and I can understand if you're miffed at me. But…I just wanna come in and explain some things if you’ll allow me to.”

There, he said it. Well, not it, but he still tensed his shoulders and braced for whatever would come.

Maynard smiled and placed a hand on Mort’s shoulder. “Like I’d deny you anything, you old fool. Come on, I’ll put the kettle on.”

A few minutes later, they were seated on the couch in Maynard’s slightly too cluttered living room, tea in hand and a late football match low on the TV. It all seemed like any other time between them, but it felt all too foreign to Mort due to his new revelation. Maynard meanwhile took a sip casually and turned to Mort without a thought as to what he was about to reveal.

“So what’s goin’ on, mate?” the wolfhound said, “you berate me, kiss me, then leave me high and dry all week. I mean, I’m sorry I was careless on the boat but it didn’t seem like a big deal to me.”

“Yeah, I get it,” said Mort, trying to ease himself with small talk. “First freshie I’ve ever seen on that lake. Who knows when they moved in?”

“Won’t do no good to my fishin’, I’ll tell ya that for free.”

Mort let out a chuckle. The levity and nonchalance Maynard treated the whole event would’ve got on his nerves that day, but now it was taking the weight off his shoulders. This old airhead was really something else. All the more reason he had to do this now.

Mort set his mug down on the coffee table and took a deep breath in. “So look,” he began, “I had to…think about some things after that. That croc was all sticks and scales but I…I dunno. I really thought it was gonna hurt ya.” Mort swallowed. “And I couldn’t bear that happenin’ to me best mate.”

Maynard set his own mug down and opened his mouth but Mort held a paw up. “Please,” he said, “I just gotta keep goin’ so I can get this straight.” He blinked at that last word and then cleared his throat, looking away and wringing his paws in his lap. “I suppose I’ve come to realize ‘cause of what happened that…you hold a really special place with me. I’ve called you my best mate all these years but even that wasn’t enough. You saved my life in the jungle. You helped me meet my wife and were there when me kids were born. I’d trust you with anything. You mean as much to me as…well, as she did.”

It was Maynard’s turn to blink. An old dog like him as special to his best mate as Mort’s wife. Was he?

Nah. He’d always dreamed of this day but had long since put it out of his mind as an impossibility. But somehow life always found a way to surprise him.

Mort looked Maynard in the eyes as what weighed him down since the lake was lifted from him, instilling a new confidence with what he was about to say next. “That’s why I acted like a drongo. I was scared, of what might happen to you and what I was about to learn about myself so late in me life.” Despite his unwavering voice, he felt himself glow red as all get out as he finally stood at the edge of confessing what had laid dormant in him for so long and had erupted so suddenly after a simple kiss. And what scared him now wasn’t if Maynard would be accepting, goodness knew he would, but that if he would reciprocate. It brought him back to the butterflies he felt when he confessed his feelings to his late wife, rose petals coming free due to his shaking hands around the bouquet.

“It don’t make it right and I’m sorry but…I love you, mate. I really, really do. And…if you’d do me the kindness of going steady with me, I’d be the happiest dog in the bloomin’ world.”

There. He did it. If nothing else, he could say that much. Now he just had to wait for Maynard’s reaction.

A swirl of emotions rattled the old wolfhound’s noggin, but he chose not to display them. For such an honorable declaration, one that would make him as well the happiest dog in the world, Maynard thought it was Mort’s turn to be wound up a bit for their little tiff. Perhaps it might help his friend, no, boyfriend now, relax even. Of course it might not.

Maynard shut his eyes, took a deep breath in, and stood up. “Well, I suppose I’ve got one thing to say to that.”

The pedestal Mort built for himself to do this came crumbling in an instant. “Y-yeah, mate?” Here we go.

“It’s about time.”

Mort opened his eyes. He hadn’t even realized he was squeezing them shut. “C-come again?”

Suddenly he was pounced on and both dogs fell onto the couch, laughing while wrapped up in each other’s arms. “I can’t believe it!” said Maynard, “me best mate in the whole world fancies blokes, and not just that, he fancies me! Yes, you old fogey, I wouldn’t wanna go steady with no one else but you!”

“Ya mean it?” Mort asked.

Maynard nodded. “Too right, you beauty!”

As they helped each other upright, their muzzles found their way to each other and Mort felt those butterflies in his stomach again. It had gone just like he hoped it would and better. He had taken to this newfound discovery like a freshie to water, and wouldn’t you know it, it was a piece of cake.

The logistics of who would live where and what sorts of things they would try with each other could be dealt with later. Mort would take this new relationship one step at a time and right now, surrounded by Maynard’s coat, felt pretty darn good in his book.

[sanurasdoodles]

[Com] Maynard Sketch

If you want to see more like this please support me at Subscribestar / Ko-Fi This was a sketch commission for mioulgaw it was a bit of a challenge because I'm still not used to drawing taurs, but I quite like how this came out, and  enjoyed drawing it. Please Enjoy! Art drawn by Me Art, and Maynard belong to mioulgaw

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[shadedgold-aka-spells-art-blog]

First attempt at digital painting! I didn’t watch any tutorials or anything cause I wanted to figure it out

And my roommate @sunchaserwings told me to. And I stubbornly refused XD

Anyway! Fanart bby! This is Maynard! He’s from a Borderline Hentai game called Isekai: Slow Life and he’s my favorite little guy! He might be an incubus don’t worry about it